Viking Oc Novels & Stories

"But the Veyrith *blood*... that's a myth. They were a clan of Alphas so powerful the other packs hunted them to extinction centuries ago. Or so we thought." "And you think I'm one of them?" I laughed dryly. "I'm an omega, Kael. I was born with nothing. My mother died giving birth to me in a clinic, not a palace." "Omegas are often dormant Alphas," Kael said. "Suppressed by trauma or environment. If you have that blood..." "Then what?" "Then you're dangerous," Kael said. "And Darius knows it. That's why he's terrified." The heavy oak doors of the dining hall banged open, startling me.

A true VIKINGS should be able to perceive his own blood even from it's silhouettes… This trait has been passed down From the Ancestral Wolves… Embedded in the leader of the VIKINGS and it's descendants Even the Breeze cackled at those who called the legitimate son of the Vikings a “BASTARD “ The storm had only begun.

she said, her voice strong and courageous. "Let me get this straight. You come into my kingdom, uninvited. Killed everyone and now you want me to just leave. What sort of dream land do you live in?" Fenrir questioned. The tension only grew worse for me as I lost my focus to Athena, standing right in front of me. Athena was an Alpha of a werewolf pack! A position that was never known for a woman. Her courage in front of Fenrir was flawless. "How dare you talk to the king ..." one of the guard, whom I supposed to be Fenrir's right-hand man, tried to step in but Fenrir stopped him,

But staying out in the open and receiving air has always been a good way to ward off bad vibes. Charlie attends a part time school, hence the reason she is still at school at the age of twenty-five, the same can’t be said for her sister though, at the age of Twenty-six Vicky is already head of finance at the black fur company, and a model at that, her pictures were hung on bill boards, and she’s even appeared on television. ‘and all I do is to fight at my spare time’ Charlie thinks to herself. Black fur used to be her father’s company, until the inevitable happened. It’s been long but she still thinks about it, the way people didn’t even care, it was like she was the only one who had ever la

The omega understood her confusion and again smiled gracefully. "I was a part of Gordon Wolf Pack," Zinnia knew this pack, it was destroyed by Vampire King himself 3 years ago. The Alpha of that pack was a well known example of werewolves never thinking about the women of vampire territory. The Alpha visited vampire kingdom once and got obsessed with one of the Vampires here, he tried to take her away, kidnap her and used many tricks to get her but the woman requested the vampire king to save her and he did.

- she added defiantly, the ball above her head getting bigger and bigger and lightning bolts appearing around it, thundering ominously. Mixtures of terror and anticipation appeared on the faces of the "Viking's" subjected vampires, as their eyes wandered from their leader to the growing ball of light. The blonde's face was impenetrable for several minutes like a marble sculpture, even from his eyes one could not read any emotion. He was looking at Miyuki with that blank eyes, as if he wanted to read from her face if she would be able to fulfill her threat. In the end, however, "Viking" closed his eyes and bowed his head to raise it after a few more seconds. This time he looked at Miyuki with

he says tiredly, running his fingers along the gray beard in a gesture of deep thought. "You're wrong," she exclaims, feeling the frustration fester in her chest, but Odin leans back against the armrest and sigh deeply. His face remains on her as his eye bore in hers. His frayed grey hair falls down over his shoulders and merges with the bushy beard. If possible, he looks even more angry and Indra swallows hard. "What are you insinuating? Give me a reason why we Vikings should interfere in your war against the gods." He holds up one finger in the air in a powerful gesture.

"If you have any children, it is certainly not with me. You’re nothing but an ugly memory to me Maverick. My eyes narrowed, and I took a step closer to him, my heart pounding in my chest. "You're not welcome here, and just with a howl, I’d have my entire army here in a blink. We’re called the Vikings killer pack for a reason. No matter how strong you think you are, you won’t be leaving here wholly. Leave now, before things get ugly."

“Cain burned our clothes, the bed stuff and the towels, and Viking took the body early on Thursday. Drove off in the cage that I just brought back from the trip at about 1 a.m. and hasn’t come back yet.” For the first time, Jo looked shocked. “Viking did? Not Ice?” “Nope. Viking’s always been our main body man.” “Wow. I never saw that coming.” “Right? The good ex-doctor knows how to disappear flesh and bone better than anyone.” “So – what did he do? To the body?” “I don’t know.”

, rubbing the bridge of my nose. "Replace his entire team. Maids, secretary, assistants. Anyone that breathes near him. Quietly. They shouldn't even know they've been infiltrated. We do this the Vikings way—tight and quiet." "Understood. You want me to tap his phones and emails too?" "Everything. And start looking into his finances. Offshore accounts, political allies, blackmail targets. I want the whole damn map of his empire." Knox whistled low. "You're not planning to just win her back, are you? You're planning to bring him down." "I'm planning to protect what’s mine." I leaned against the desk, staring at the framed photo of the club’s founding fathers. My hand clenched into a fist. "She